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A fairly modern and busy town. Pirates flock here because it isn't very "Marine Heavy", meaning not to many marines are stationed here. This is almost a lawless zone where fights break out quite often, Blackbeard and his crew are usually drinking in this area.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 3:49 pm
xxxx justice is a swift hand plucking a rotten carrot!xxxxxxxxxx
A trip that took very little time, to be quite frank. In fact it felt like just a moment in time to the young marine rabbit. With a hop in his step and a twinkle in his eye, Benjamin stared around the small town that made up his surroundings. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was as good a starting point as any. Yes indeed it would do. Turning to look at his companions Benjamin swiftly formed a plan. A division of forces to more efficiently search the land they had made their first target. First to deal with the newcomer. "Sun! I will leave the shopping district in your capable hands! Check it over for any ne'er-do-wells and perhaps seek out the objects your came here for! Baram and I will head to the outskirts of town. Reconvene back here at sixteen hundred hours. If nothing has been gathered by that time we shall move on to a new location. If you need back up use the Den Den Mushi! No one is ever to go in without back up!" His bit said Benjamin would nod and then grab Baram begin dragging her off towards the residential part of the town. He'd have words with her when they had a modicum of privacy.
It didn’t take a trip across the ocean to leave Baram-Yu feeling salty. She was plenty grumpy already. She tolerated Benjamin’s antics (just as she knew Benjamin tolerated hers) but to commit such a crime against food!? A line had been crossed, and not just one between ocean borders. Still, as she pulled into the harbor behind Benjamin and Mr. Who Rang, she managed a smile. There was always something undeniably pleasant about pulling into a town that was just enough to put her in a better mood, regardless of her previous state of mind. There was so much wonder and discovery – things that she would’ve never seen in their dinky old village. Thus, as they parted ways with Sun – to whom she managed a sheepish wave – she allowed herself to be dragged along after the bunny.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 5:05 pm
Click! c***k — Click! c***k.
The clattering sounds of cheap stainless steel clashing even cheaper stainless steel clamored through the dimly lit alley underneath the drumming sound of foot steps. It was a terrible habit stemming from an even worse one he developed in the days of his rebellious youth. His thumb traced over the polished shell casing of his lighter before violently flicking it open again! It was bullshit — this town was all bullshit, this Blue was bullshit, and that b*****d especially was bullshit! He like so many brave and young seafarers who came before him, set sail to Carmine Town in search of fortune and fame. And in this lawless cesspool of scum and debauchery there was only one name that could promise such riches.
Blackbeard.
Just the thought of that potbellied geezer was enough to bring his blood steaming to a boil. "A swordsman that doesn't use swords, is like a fish that can't swim! You're useless boy! ZEHAHAHAHAHA!" Teach's rambunctious drunken words carved through the hollows of his heart faster than any knife ever could. How dare they laugh at him? What nerve did they have to scoff at his accomplishments? The trail of blood, sweat, and tears left in his wake crossing to the South Blue all by himself. Alone, broke, and hungry. And that fat self-righteous p***k laughed the loudest. "Ryūha Bāri Bansū? Never heard of 'em! That some kind of dance school, brat? Get lost kid!" Not only had he been rejected from joining among their ranks he left with his reputation tarnished. What could he do? In this world the strong fed off the weak and as much as it physically pained him to admit it, Blackbeard was strong. Stronger than he could even hope to be as it stood. Power, wealth, and status — Císco was outclassed in all aspects and more. It infuriated him to no end; building and building until he exploded!
Violently, his right leg jutted out in frustration. The top of his foot clipping the underside of a nearby stray in blind fury, punting the flea-bitten dog two meters. Its yelps only churned his tempestuous temper into a raging whirlpool as he lashed out, "Shut up ju' filthy mongrrrrel! I'm walkin' here!" He trotted on, angrily marching a path of discord and malcontent in his wake. The loud clacking of his lighter growing even more nervous. "I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill that fat ********. I'll kill him." His murderous thoughts raced as he approached the nearest shop and swiftly kicked the door open. Knocking the items perched on wall racks to the floor with vengeful gusto. Deftly, his caramel brown irises scanned the shop for anything suitable to use. Darting back and forth in their seas of white as he eliminated any and all sharp objects. "Too sharp. Too long. Too narrow. No. No. No —" He paused. It was, "Perrrrfecto." Francisco mouthed, the hard sound of the 'R' gently rolling of the tip of his tongue. Casually he strolled to the counter it sat behind before placing his left palm down and vaulting over it. With the shopkeep still behind it no less! Clutching it with an artisan's delicacy, he could smell the scent of the wood wafting into his nostrils. Sliding his tips of his fingers down the shaft he felt the subtle bumps and imperfections. It was no work of art, cheaply constructed too. But this bat was now in his possession and it would have to do. Turning his head slowly he eyed the owner with disgust.
"Oi. Ju' don't even know what you have herrrre, do ju'? Well, all the same. I'm taking it."
Francisco waited for any objections before walking back around to the front door. There was only one target in mind, "Just wait, Blackbeard. I'll kill ju'." And so it began. His first step into the world of piracy was through the door of a run down shop to the bar. Vengeance would be his.
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"If what you say is true, the Winged Chun and Wool Shu could be dangerous."
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In lieu of being downtrodden by the sheep's horrid attempt at humor, Sun was more determined than ever to make her a great dish! One that wouldn't meet the cold body of a wall. As they sailed through the ocean blue, their lone man boats sailing in a V formation they'd soon come to land at the docks of South Blue; particularly in the lawless town of Carmine. Anchoring and tying their ships to the docks the trio of animals made their way into town when Benjamin came to a revelation. They could cover more ground if they split up, Benjamin and Baram-Yu would roam the outskirts while Sun patrolled the streets -- the shopping district in particular. A splendid plan, now the bird could kill two of him with one stone.
He never did like that saying very much...
Onward! Into town he went, his four foot something self blending into the crowd and his badge was hidden beneath a few long feathers on his chest, a bandana tied around his neck and nothing else. For all anyone knew, for anyone who could see him anyway, he was just another ruffian roaming the streets.
His shopping list in hand he went through a series of base ingredients he'd need to make something spectacular — he didn't know what that something was yet but he was sure it'd eventually come to him. A few ingredients required him to do a bit of hunting; rare beasts made for delicious delicacies but that would come another time.
In the midst of his long walk he'd take a pause upon picking up the sounds of whimpering. To most it sounded like nothing, but to Sun he could hear a dog crying out for help — being a Minkman he speak the universal language that was Animal. Rolling up his list and placing it back into his backpack he'd take a quick glance around but his sharp eyes saw nothing but cobblestone and passersby. Another moment taken he'd come across a wounded stray slumped down on its side. With a gasp he immediately reached into his pack and recovered a medical kit."Wah! It's gonna be okay by, you're in good hands -- err...talons. You'll be fine."He tried to soothed its panicked state, the pair seeming to understand one another as he begun to question it."Now who did this to you!?"The dog barked twice."A man? What kind of man."The dog coughed before barking twice more, coughing again, and letting out another several barks."A white haired man in a white coat?"His young eyes quickly scanned the crowd for someone who fit the profile but he saw nothing. As he doctored the dog's wounds to the best of his abilities he spoke to it to keep it calm. After several minutes, Sun tore off the end of some medical tape and wrapped it around the dog's waist."There ya go boy, all better."He reassured as the canine managed to slowly pick itself up from the ground. It barked merrily and wagged its tail. It was a strong dog, the strays had to be. The dog barked and licked the bird's face, but before it could memorize the taste of chicken, Sun retrieved a homemade loaf of bread from his backpack and set it in front of the dog. Again, the dog cheered with barks and Sun stood up just as the pup bit into the bread to go shimmy off back into an alley.
Before they could part ways, however, there came a loud noise in the distance, like the constant sound of cheap metal clumsily dropping to the floor. With a *ring ring* from the shops' welcoming and thank you bells a door opened and out come a man. In the background he could hear a delayed"Stop! Thief!"before the door closed behind him. And that was when Sun's squinting gaze met the man's back.
White hair. A white coat.
Dropping the loaf of bread the dog barked ferociously towards the baseball-wielding individual, Sun hearing the frantic barks as,"That's him! That's the man!"as they roared accusingly. The bird perked up and then frowned. He'd clench his talons before giving the dog his loaf back and scooting him off towards the alley; the young official would take it from here!
"Hey you! Yeah, you with the white hair and the bat! The hell do you think you're doing?! Return that item at once!"Sun squawked with an accusing finger pointing his way. He'd drawn a handful of awkward stares from the crowd. The town was more or less lawless, no one really batted an eyelash when a place got robbed; it meant that they probably shouldn't have been in business anyway. However, when someone pointed it out in the name of justice, that was something that would make a scene. Of course, the bird didn't know anything about that. He was just a cook performing his civil duty.
Sun paid no mind to the eyes for his own were brimming with righteous fury hot enough to glare a hole through the thief's blackened heart!
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 8:44 pm
Growl. Grumble.
Plotting one's revenge was hungry work, Cisco could feel the sides of his stomach folding together in hunger pangs. It had been a few days since he had last gorged himself to the brim with a delicious meal. Good ingredients were hard to come by in these parts. The best had prices gouged far beyond his resentfully pitiful savings. Another reason for Blackbeard to take the blame, he had no sense of business. All brawn and no brains, or so he thought. Perhaps the delicate intricacies of the economy didn't quite strike a chord; it was certainly easier to punch someone in the face and make the rules clear, but that sort of shortsighted thinking would eventually lead to ruin in the long term. If it was Francisco running this town — If it were him...
Well, he'd cross that bridge when it came.
Gurgle. Grumble. Growl.
His stomach's demands were a more pressing concern at the moment. Feebly, he soothed his aching abdomen by rubbing his hand in circles over it. "Just a little more... We just have to hold out a little longer, my stomach." He groaned. Lifting his feet was becoming far more of a chore than he bargained for, they felt like cinder blocks.
"Stop! Thief!" Muffled through the door.
"... Too late ju' shitty geezer. Even if there was anyone around they wouldn't help ju'. Blame jurself for being this weak." His thoughts condemned the victim to his fate. But fate was full of twists and ironies, and karma always got her due. Incessant barking rattled around his eardrums. Looking down at his feet, Cisco eyed the same filthy rabid mongrel he disposed of earlier. "What are ju'? A masochist? Get away frrrrom me ju' ugly mutt." He warned, twitching his leg to threaten with a kick again. Unfortunately, this was the most strength he could muster with the walls of his stomach collapsing on themselves. Still, even an empty threat could be an effective one with the proper motivation. "Hm?" His interest piqued with the smell of slightly old bread. It seemed the mutt dropped its loot. Perhaps fortune was smiling upon Francisco after all. Bending at the knees the Prince of Pretension reached down to claim his hard earned spoils — a fresh and full loaf of bread ripe for the feasting. He couldn't be picky about such a gift.
Just as his long slender fingers touched the crust, his treasure was snatched away by... talons?
Seriously?
He was no stranger to the odd. Casually brushing in encounters with the queer and the bizarre in his travels with his master. But this? This was just uncanny. He'd bite, his eyes travelling up to the meet the ridiculous feathers and beak of a giant bird. Precociously, his tongue poked out between the crease of his lips. Riding around the rim as he was overcome by his own famine. Primal instinct took hold. And his right arm reacted in response, it didn't matter if it could talk or not. He'd fricassee it. "I've got no intentions of explaining myself to dinner!" He exclaimed, lunging forward and swinging his newly acquired bat in a downward swing for Sun's head to crack it open. The crowd didn't matter. The accusations didn't matter, no matter how true they were. All that mattered was this one swing.
Karma was knocking.
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"If what you say is true, the Winged Chun and Wool Shu could be dangerous."
In his attempt to point out the ne'er-do-well amidst a crowd of people at seemed that he'd gotten the attention of just more than a few eyes. The man in white faced and approached him but it was as though he hadn't existed. Instead of coming for the bird he'd gone straight for the dog and the loaf of bread Sun had given it just moments ago. The marine had heard the phrase 'taking candy from a baby' but this was ludicrous! He set his backpack to the ground and off to the side -- probably not the best idea but there was a more pressing matter at hand.
Talons sank deep into the loaf, snatching it away before the man had the chance to fully taint it with his grimy, thieving paws. Tossing it over to the side near the early the dog scurried along after it like a one-sided game of fetch. However, just as he'd done so Sun saw the darkness of a shadow looming over him and in that moment of upward gaze he'd see the man rearing back an arm, bat in hand followed by an mocking shout about Sun being his dinner. With a quick pair of quick hop back Sun dodged the downward swinging bat, allowing it to strike nothing but the cold cobblestone beneath his feet. Using his smaller size to his advantage, the bird then leapt onto the base of the grounded bat, using it as a rising platform to take one step off of it with his left leg while kicking out and up with his right.
Talons like sharpened blades aimed to claw and slice the man's face as Sun bicycle-kicked off the man's bat. Hit or miss his resulting flip would put around a six foot gap between them upon landing to his feet.
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Winged Chun: The Ten Styles of Hawk — The Ten Styles of Hawk is a series of styles from a forgotten martial art created by ancient avian Minkman, once known as Winged Chun. It utilizes a Minkman's talons and claws, and in certain instances their beaks. Sun takes on a seemingly formless stance but it is simply a ploy to lure in opponents before striking with one of the Ten Styles of Hawk! In this stance, when Sun strikes someone with his talons he makes them to Bleed; causing them to lose [5] HP per post until the wound is properly cauterized or healed. Passive.
Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 10:40 pm
xxxx justice is a swift hand plucking a rotten carrot!xxxxxxxxxx
Thirty minutes to the outer edges of the town. Not the largest of places it didn't take a large amount of time to actually reach a somewhat secluded place. Pulling up short, Benjaman turned and glanced back at his long time friend. "We've got an opportunity in this village. We can practice our skills without the scrutiny of others. You especially. I just build things, you need to be able to fight." A short pause as the rabbit glanced over his friend's body, a short look up and down. She didn't seem quite so despondent anymore. This was good. Reaching up to scratch at the back of his head the young bunny would offer a somewhat apologetic face. "I'm sorry for earlier... I may have taken the joke too far..." bitter words on the tongue of a boy who thought himself always right.
Awkward silence... "Now let's get this practice going and then we can go find a local delicacy, do some patrolling and then find our new friend." As he spoke Benjamin would move, opening some space himself and his woolly friend. Three meters and then Benjamin would drop into some facsimile of a ready stance. It was rough and crude but Benjamin wasn't the greatest of fighters. He was a bright mind with clever fingers, not a strong body with combat experience! Regardless Baram-Yu needed to practice with someone and they didn't know anyone well enough in the area, or the marines to trust them with that. And aside from that... this too was an offer of apology. 'It might hurt a little this time...' the final words crossing through Benjamin's mind before he prepared himself mentally for what was about to come.
“If by too far you mean you wasted a precious gift to spite me and then foiled my attempts at justified retribution only to humiliate me in front of our newest crew member, then yes, you took the joke too far,” Baram-Yu responded with the sass an articulation that only a sister addressing a brother could possess. Though there wasn’t a drop of blood between them as siblings, or even cousins, they had been together since their youngest years in their small little village. Baram-Yu’s decision to accompany Benjamin on his journey to join the Navy had been more than just a mere spontaneous decision. “Worry not, bunny-buns. I’ll seek my revenge soon enough.” The harmless, innocent lamb flashed Benjamin a cheerful and not at all foreboding wink. Then she shrugged her woolly shoulders. “We both need to improve. I’m pretty sure our fathers would hang us by our ears if they learned that we were still just chorebrats in the Navy. It’s good for us to have fun, but we’ll really need to have something to show for it soon. It’s almost time for us to write our monthly letter home.”
Baram-Yu toddled along a few steps ahead of Benjamin. Though a whimsical life sounded appealing, the trained martial artist within her prevented her to becoming as complacent as she desired. After all, her family had raised her to be a warrior.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 7:06 am
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Sharp words of censure were his friend's respond. Benjamin winced at the bluntness of her speech. A promise of revenge that had Benjamin regretting several life choices and already trying to plan contingencies. 'This damned sheep is terrifying...' The inner monologue of a bunny who knew regret. Sighing and pulling lightly on his whiskers Benjamin could look back one final time before realizing he had to simply take what would come. The carrot was already planted, he couldn't uproot it now... A mention of their family had Benjamin wincing once more. It was quite the understatement to say his family had not supported his decision to leave home and join the marines. Their opinions on the matter had been quite simple; the tribe was more important than the world, and so he should stay home and help the tribe improve. Benjamin had more grandiose ideas however. His technical skills weren't just for the benefit of the tribe! He could help the world with the things he constructed! To say nothing of the contraptions, even his weapons could be used to protect the weak from the strong!
With a great sigh Benjamin turned to his companion. "No sparring then, you're right..." Turning towards the town proper once more, the young bunny began walking. "We'll get snacks and then go on patrol. After that we'll have to find Sun again, it simply wouldn't be polite to leave him behind." A short pause as he considered the next words. "We'll seek out the higher-ups for missions. I'm certain they will have a job for us to undertake." With the plans made clear, Benjamin took off for the town, hoping that perhaps his fleecy friend's nose would lead them to a good source of sustenance.
It wasn’t that Baram-Yu had no desire to spar with Benjamin – she certainly enjoyed fighting with the bunny as much as anyone else – but she had a vague idea that such a thing was more of a chance at offering Baram-Yu the opportunity to cave his face in rather than any sincere offer at practicing their skills. It was a proposal but Baram-Yu appreciated, but could not bring herself to deliberately accept, even if she was angry with the bunny behind her. ”They’ve been rather sparse in regards to what they’ve been willing to offer a sheep and a bunny lately,” she went on to say in response as she toddled along, letting her nose guide her along until eventually, a bakery came within sight. She took her time in approaching it, but once she arrived, she planted her little feeties right into the dirt and dust of the road and stared at the glass before her. However, the presence of sweets did not at all detract her from the seriousness of the conversation now that they were alone again.
”You’ll need to get to work again too. If we do start getting jobs, and we do decide to bring along Mr. Who Rang, a few tiny boats won’t really cut it any more. We’ll need a ship.” Said the sheep. “A real ship.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 5:06 am
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There was a time in Banjamin's life where he could have been described as lazy, even perhaps sloth-like. He hadn't wanted to achieve any of his dreams. Oh they had been there, but the bunny just hadn't seen a reason to actually chase them. The stars were the stars for a reason. You couldn't touch their glimmering lights, they were there only to be admired from afar as an ornament in the sky. It had been one defining moment that had changed all of that. The day he discovered he could create. The day he'd gone from a bunny with a dream, to a bunny with the tools to make his dreams come true. Benjamin was no great warrior. He wasn't some expert tactician. Instead what Benjamin been gifted by life was the ability to imagine something and take it from his mind and bring it to reality. It was that one simplistic feature that made him who he was. A special kind of idiocy. The inability to admit an impossibility.
"We’ll need a ship. A real ship.”
Fire to the forge. A gust from the bellows. The sheep was right. They did need a ship. Ears going ramrod straight the young rabbit reached up, plucking lightly at his whiskers. They needed a ship... A ship he could do, given enough time and funds. Smirking the rabbit looked to his long time friend. "If we need a ship, then we need to get the beli to fund such an endeavor! That means working our butts off." A pause. "Less time for snacks you know. If we really want to go far it's going to be real work." A threat, but strangely there was so menace or fear in the words, only a vast excitement as if what came next had the bunny happy and hoping.
One sharp nod and Benjamin stepped forward. One final moment of play, and then they would need to get down to it. "Alright Baram. This is our last frivolous snack time. Let's enjoy it, because afterwards... We're going to go through the very fires of hell if we must. I will not have that old codger back home treating me like a child anymore!" Words spoken with vehemence as the bunny pulled at the door front of him. Only one problem. The door was a push.
Baram-Yu was only slightly taller than Benjamin (not counting those long, fluffy ear, of course) but that difference between them would be juuuuust enough for Benjamin to see a wooly arm extending over his shoulder, a warm snort of satisfaction puffing between his ears as Baram-Yu nudged the door forward. It gave way with ease, and she waited for Benjamin to step in in front of her before she followed. Their business in the bakery was brief, and by brief, it meant that Baram-Yu managed to keep her order simple and short and only to a baker’s dozen.
The countertop, however, seemed to have been accustomed for taller folk, so when the time came for Baram-Yu to pay, only the top of her fuzzy-wuzzy head seemed to be visible over the counter. She lifted her head slightly and her snout poked up from over the edge as she peered at the woman on the other side of the counter. With little sheepy hands, she placed her money on the counter, nudging it forward with some degree of effort. Then, she received her box of baked delights, which she grabbed and then held over her head with stars in her eyes and a look of utter delight on her face. With a ‘Hup!’ she turned to Benjamin then tilted her head towards the door. “Remember, bunny-buns, we’re inside the shop now so you’ll have to pull to get out.”
Of course, once Benjamin did manage to succeed in solving the riddle of the door, Baram-Yu would scamper over to the nearest bench, placing her box of treats upon it before she pulled herself onto it, her wooly butt wiggling as she scrambled forward, soon plunking herself down and revealing her purchase.
There were pieces of carrot cake, there were donuts, there were cinnamon rolls, and even a few slices of pie; they all would have blown the stuff served in the Navy’s mess hall to shame. Baram-Yu was halfway through her second slice of pie before she stared at Benjamin then leeeeaned to one side to pat the vacant spot on the other side of the box.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 1:33 pm
S-llllllpt.
The sounds of his slurping spoke volumes. What lay before him was not an officer of the law, no mere marine could strike fear into his while in the town that Blackbeard built. Sun was no more a marine here than a six-piece dinner at La Butcherié, Carmine's best hole in the wall diner, mediocre food at cheap and affordable prices. He even resembled the mascot. Just thinking about the how he could carve a drumstick or maybe a wing first made his mouth water with anticipation.
"Land, land, land. Let me eat." His thoughts sprang hope that this fight would end decisively with the first blow. His shoulder's tightened, his arms flexed, muscles rippling with the strength to crush the skull of a large avian — or at the very least a small mammal (the standards of which seemed to vary, he wasn't choosy) — in one strike. "Guuurrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaah!" His feral battle cry echoed as the Rs gently rolled off the tip of his tongue. Francisco had devolved into no more than a hungry savage and he was going to bleed Sun dry. So he thought. That was until the force of his bat meeting the cold off-brown cobblestone beneath their feet reverberated back up the length of his arm. "Damn!" Swing and a miss.
That was strike one.
Raising a forearm to his mouth he wiped the drool beginning to pool over behind his lips. It seemed he'd have to reassess the situation more delicately, but right now he lacked the time to even breathe. His tasty three piece taking the initiative and bringing the offense to him, leaping forward like a chicken with its head cut-off onto the shaft of his bat. The weight of its hollowed bones enough to prevent him from pulling his bat back into a readied position. Francisco's eyes widened in shock, aghast at the prospect of the incoming foot meeting his face. "s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t, move! Move ju' piece of chit!" He commanded his torso to respond, reflexively leaning backwards at the last second to narrowly avoid his own mutilation. The timing was hair split; amber eyes spying a white lock falling to the floor. "Too close." He mused, his forehead lined with pearls of sweat.
Tightening his core he rigidly hoisted himself back to his original upright position, before slinging the stolen bat over his right shoulder. "What's jur damage pendejo!?" Francisco inquired, stalling for time as he attempted to still the rapid beating of his heart. Sliding his foot out, the scraping of the sole against the cobblestone scratched his ear. "It's just a bat. This is Carrrrmine Town, s**t gets stolen everyday here! If jur going to make this a problem, I'll turn ju' into nuggets." He warned, finally calming the violent storm beating in his heart.
His knees dropped before he pointed the bat forward in a promise. The first pillar of Ryūha Bāri Bansū, [Kuraimingu Za Homu Ran]! Reeling it back in, both hands tightly gripped the pommel. Knuckles turning white with tension. "My name is, Francísco Eduardo Castíllo F. Rrrrodrígo de la Crúz V, master of the Rrrryūha Bāri Bansū style of batsmanship. Come, chicken! I'll knock ju' out the park." He challenged, thinking maybe he'd have to work on that last line of his carefully choreographed introduction in a vain retrospect. Regardless —
Though his kick had whiffed the rambunctious bird came to a safe landing several feet away with a more readied stance."This is not my problem, but my duty as an officer of the law. Be it a priceless jewel or a cheap bat, no criminal act shall go without justice as long as I draw breath!"Sun retorted. After the man introduced himself and paid homage to his style of martial art -- another that was foreign to Sun -- he too would give respect and introduce himself to his foe before their battle truly started.
He inhaled, filling his lungs with air as his feathered chest swelled. Calming his mind and channeling his inner demons in the form of righteous fury he'd then exhale. The flint-like skin on his arms and then talons becoming soaked in a thin but transparent secretion created from a unique gland within his abdomen."I am Sun Li Hwoarang, the last practitioner of Winged Chun, the Ten Styles of Hawk. There is nothing that can snuff out my flames!"The challenge had been accepted!
Then there came the crackle of electricity that sprang and arched spryly across his limbs."Now! Ignite my burning passion!"Sun roared with enough force to stir the skies if even for just a second. The wild arcs grazed and split across the thin sea of secretions on his matchbook skin, setting it ablaze in a sudden burst of light and heat that shot skyward but soon simmered down to controlled flames that enveloped his forearms. Sun stood proudly, his face showed no pain from the flare licking his skin; just the scowl that hid his thirst for battle. He then took a new stance. Power down, then out. One leg slid mildly behind the other, rising and resting on the balls of his sole, the other slid forward, flat to the ground, knee slightly bent to place most of the pressure to his back leg. One arm curled close defensively, palm open near his ruffled feathered chest, the other was extended, talon clenched with the belly of his forearm exposed; difficult to see through the blaze.
And so he came in a blaze of glory!
His back leg kicked from the ground and made haste towards the bat-wielding burglar. Hints of his oils spreading along the cobblestone earth. He'd sway left, then right, then left before throwing a flaming right hook towards the man's ribs while keeping the left close to him. This had become more about the thrill of battle in facing off against a school of martial art that he'd never heard of before than a stolen bat and a wounded stray. This was about Sun venturing forth and doing battle against every rare martial artist in the world! He'd start with the master of the master of the unknown Ryūha Bāri Bansū himself!
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Winged Chun: The Ten Styles of Hawk — The Ten Styles of Hawk is a series of styles from a forgotten martial art created by ancient avian Minkman, once known as Winged Chun. It utilizes a Minkman's talons and claws, and in certain instances their beaks. Sun takes on a seemingly formless stance but it is simply a ploy to lure in opponents before striking with one of the Ten Styles of Hawk! In this stance, when Sun strikes someone with his talons he makes them to Bleed; causing them to lose [5] HP per post until the wound is properly cauterized or healed. Passive.
Flame Body — Sun secretes or spews out a highly flammable liquid from a special gland within his body. He commonly coats his rough, flint-like limbs in this substance which can be ignited by a surge of electricity, via Electro. When ignited, a controlled fire then covers his limbs in which he can use for combat, while he remains unaffected by his own flames. When striking his opponent, Sun's flames cause burn damage, dealing [5] HP per turn until the flames are put out via water or other conventional methods; or die down after [3] posts. Passive.
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